Impressionist painted art
Impresses impressionable young farts
But means nothing to me
As long as we fawn and bow
And set our standards low
We can never be free
Call up your favorite guru
Knowing no single word is true
Then tell me all about it
Political correction sickens society
And self-imposed censoring is the way to be
But my heart has always doubted
Give me some land
So I can dirty my hands
Let me keep my little gun
Inherited by my father's son
By allowing us our raunchy freedom
You will avert another revolution
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